Chapter 371 Capture the No. 3 Complementary Star Envoy
"M-level mission reminder, star replenisher plan, capture star replenisher mission, target number three replenisher Qiao Xier, mission requirement, loyalty reaches 90 points, current target loyalty is 91 points, mission completed,
The reward system points are thirty points. Your current system points are one hundred and fifty points, and you are titled as a moral model..."
"Given that you have completed the M-level mission, the Star Replenisher Plan, the Star Replenisher Capture Mission, and successfully increased the loyalty of No. 3 Star Replenisher Qiao Xier to 91 points, you will receive one of the following rewards,
The first is advanced swimming technique, the second is advanced treasure appraisal technique, and the third is elementary observation technique. Please choose within five seconds..."
Advanced swimming skills and advanced treasure appraisal skills are both simple and easy to understand skills, but Zhang Yang is a little confused about this basic observation skill. What does this thing mean?
Now, for him, the art of treasure appraisal is meaningless, and he doesn't do it, so naturally he won't choose it. The temptation for him is quite high in advanced swimming skills, especially tonight, after seeing so many
The sight of a beautiful woman in a bikini standing by the swimming pool suddenly reminded him that the swimming pool in Mening's villa had already been built, but...he...he was a landlubber.
Landlubber... Because of this landlubber, I once missed a relationship because of it. Well, maybe it should be unrequited love, but no matter what, it should be good to learn this thing, at least I won't get drunk when I see the sea water.
"Advanced swimming skills!" After thinking about it, he decided to learn this thing first. At least the swimming pool in the villa has been built, and as soon as spring is over, summer will come. If he can't even swim by then,
.How would those women laugh at themselves?
"Advanced swimming skills loading..."
After a slight dizziness, a bunch of knowledge and skills about swimming came to my mind. The so-called advanced swimming skills are almost at the level of professional athletes.
Qiao Xier's loyalty suddenly rose to ninety-one points at this juncture, and Zhang Yang still felt a little surprised.
This was probably because she was at the bottom of the mountain and already knew that she had surpassed the Koenigsegg driven by Shen Kang. Maybe she was excited, or maybe she was too worried about herself. No matter what, she was undoubtedly very concerned about herself at this moment.
The corners of Zhang Yang's eyes moistened slightly, and an inexplicable feeling surged into his heart.
For a moment, Koenigsegg rushed down like crazy, relying on the superior performance of the car to overtake.
Perhaps Shen Kang suddenly saw the reason why Zhang Yang slowed down the car, which suddenly gave him hope of making a comeback.
Zhang Yang frowned slightly, now he was going down the mountain. The speed of the car had dropped to 160 kilometers. Even so, for ordinary racers, if they dared to drive like this on such road conditions, it would be easy for the car to crash and kill people.
"The speed of the Mercedes-Benz is decreasing... One hundred and sixty... One hundred and fifty... One hundred and forty, what's going on? Could it be that the car is broken? Koenigsegg has overtaken the Mercedes-Benz and regained the top spot... Mercedes-Benz...
Hey... Mercedes-Benz was still following Koenigsegg, maintaining a distance of tens of meters. Koenigsegg started to accelerate, 160...170...180... Did he want to get rid of Mercedes-Benz?
"
"... Koenigsegg's speed has reached 200. It is still the first place... I saw something... Mercedes-Benz's speed has also increased, 210. It is biting Koenigsegg tightly... It is almost the last one
Big S curve, this speed..."
"Koenigsegg starts to slow down and prepares to go through the big S-turn..."
"Super...super...overtaking...Mercedes-Benz overtook Koenigsegg again...at the last big S-turn, it used a standard big drift to directly get rid of Koenigsegg...grass...grass...grass...This is definitely the fastest in history
Amazing drifting with almost no deceleration, am I dazzled? If you dare to drift at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour on such road conditions, you are crazy!!!"
Shen Kang was in the car, staring at the butt of the silver-gray Mercedes-Benz, and collapsed. Damn it, you don't play like this. This soulless man, he finally regained the leading advantage... unexpectedly,
Suddenly, all the effort was lost again, oh my god, my soul is weak!
Straight road... Straight road, there is still a last glimmer of hope. The upper limit of Mercedes-Benz SL350 is 250, but my Koenigsegg can run to 400...
But in this kind of road conditions, even a god would not dare to run at such a speed!
Damn it, can a 26 million sports car still not be able to outrun your 1.6 million car? Shen Kang's eyes were all red, staring at the Mercedes Benz in front of him that arrogantly exposed the car's butt to him.
Crazy.
"Die!!!" He raised his speed to the limit almost instantly, driving Koenigsegg forward like a bullet and chasing madly.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Bah!!!!"
In the dark night, with the shrill sound of tires scraping the ground accompanied by a flash of sparks, Koenigsegg and Mercedes-Benz flew across the finish line one after another like bullets being fired.
"Holy shit...Mercedes-Benz...won!" The race monitor jumped to the side from the track like a frightened bird, staring at the scene in front of him with his mouth agape, his crotch dripping wet for a while, and he weakly announced the final result.
"On the straight, can Mercedes-Benz still beat Koenigsegg? Damn it! Damn it! This is too dull!"
"The final sprint speed...264 kilometers per hour... Damn, this is completely unscientific. The upper limit of the design is 250 kilometers."
"Koenigsegg...two hundred and eighty-two kilometers...so what, we lost."
"The time is, Mercedes-Benz is 6 minutes and 20 seconds 27, Koenigsegg is 6 minutes and 20 seconds 48... They have created the second-best and third-best results in the history of this track, and at the same time they have created the second-highest time in history.
The third highest speed is 282 kilometers and 264 kilometers."
“The best result in history is Crazy Xiao’s time of five minutes, fifty-eight seconds and forty-seven seconds, and the fastest speed is Crazy Xiao’s 305 kilometers on the straightaway. Of course, he was driving a Bugatti Veyron that year...
"
"What if today's Zhang Yang is also driving a Bugatti Veyron...what will happen?" The race commentator hunched over his body with some pain in his balls and looked speechless, "I wonder what will happen if Madman Xiao and Zhang Yang compete in a race?
I’m really looking forward to it.”
After the sports car crossed the finish line several hundred meters away, Koenigsegg and Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped. Fortunately, there were not many vehicles on the main road at this time, otherwise, it would probably have been a two-car crash with fatalities.
There was an accident.
The car slowly drove back to the starting point. Qiao Xier, carrying her high heels, stumbled into the arms of Zhang Yang who had just opened the car door. Then she threw away the high heels and almost used her hands, feet and mouth at the same time, twisting, kicking and biting, tears streaming down her face.
The tears flowed on her fair cheeks: "You idiot, how can you be so crazy? You are crazy. I hate you so much. Do you know how worried I am about you? I tell you Zhang Yang, if you do it in the future
If you dare to go out and play with the car for me again, I will run to cuckold you right away, soulless... um... um..."
"Sister Qiao. She has such an image, so many people are watching her." Zhang Yang grinned in pain and glanced at the group of dandy boys who were staring at the two of them with their mouths open, and reminded Qiao Xier in a low voice.
"Image is nothing. What kind of image do I want? Swear to me that you will not be allowed to compete with anyone in the future."
"I swear..." Zhang Yang raised his hand helplessly, "What do I want to say?"
"You swear, if you risk your life by competing with others privately in the future, Qiao Xier will be hit by a car and die."
"Sister Qiao..." Hearing this, Zhang Yang's nose ached, and he stretched out his hands to hug her waist tightly. He held her tightly in his arms, tears falling on her black hair, "
I promise you that I will never compete with anyone unless you allow me to do so."
"Hundan..." Qiao Xier put her arm around his waist, opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.
"Ah...didn't you swear?" Zhang Yang burst into tears...
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"Hey, don't embarrass yourself here, you just won." A sinister voice suddenly sounded beside them, with a bitter taste, "Hypocritical and pretentious."
Zhang Yang glanced sideways, that Spyker racing car, Li Ma!
"What are you looking at?" Li Ma took off his helmet angrily, "Liang Er...ah..."
Before he could pronounce the word "force", he noticed that there was an extra fist on his face, uh...it was Qiao Xier's.
His left eye was swollen on the spot: "You idiot... you dare to hit me... if you have the ability, try another punch? Ugh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he received another punch, this time on his right eye, and then he found himself kicked to the ground, followed by a rain of fists, high heels and...
"You asked for this yourself!"
"Okay, I'm done venting." Qiao Xier stretched out her hand to rub her sore pink fist, then ran away like a thief, "I need a car."
Shen Kang had a livid face, holding a white competition-specific helmet in his right hand. He stood beside the white Koenigsegg somewhat numbly, looking at Zhang Yang and Qiao Xier who were slowly walking towards him, as well as a large group of people beside him.
The second and third generation masters stared at him with sympathetic eyes.
It's been less than a month since he got this 2008 Koenigsegg. As the saying goes, it's the kind that hasn't warmed up its butt yet. So he's going to give it away like this?
It was so fucked. Although the price of more than 20 million was completely negligible to him, it was really hard for him to accept it in such a humiliating way.
"Young Master Shen..." Lin Kun touched his side like a ghost, as if he knew his inner thoughts, and whispered, "Anyway, it is Qiao Xier who is betting with you, not Zhang Yang, don't care what he does."
Shen Kang glanced sideways at him, frowned, did not respond to his words, left the white ghost, and walked slowly towards Zhang Yang who was walking towards him.
Lin Kun, who was behind him, raised his eyes and followed quietly.
"I lost!" Shen Kang took out the car key, hung it on his index finger, and said with difficulty, "I can give you the car...can you answer me a question?"
"The bet does not include answering questions." Zhang Yang took the car keys with a smile.
Shen Kang's handsome face twisted unnaturally, but he still regained his composure, "Treat this car well."
Zhang Yang glanced at him, stopped, turned around and said calmly: "To answer your question."
Although there was still a rift between him and Shen Kang, what surprised him was that Shen Kang was also willing to admit defeat, and for the sake of his love for cars.
"With your skills, you could have defeated me easily, why did you give me hope halfway?" Shen Kang hesitated and asked.
"Young Master Shen, this is his insidiousness. He deliberately gave you hope, and then turned your rekindled hope into despair again. This kind of bastard is the most abominable." Lin Kun, who was following, jumped out without losing any opportunity.
murmured.
Hearing this, Shen Kang frowned, glanced at Lin Kun, and then turned his gaze to Zhang Yang, "Is that so?"